As I cam in through Moray one morning, late July
I heard the sound of fiddles, cam lilting' fae the sky
I asked a man upon the road, and to me he did say
"Oh, have ye niver heard about th' ceilidh by the spey?" Folks cam in from Pearhead, and more from Inverness
Others in fae Aberdeen and some fae Auchterless
They come to hear the music and to while their cares away
For such a time was never had as the ceilidh by the Spey Leave your troubles at the gate, and join up in the cheer
For days and nights of memories to last you through the years
You'll never have a better time in a "hunner" and a day
I'll bet ye'll never soon forget the ceilidh by the Spey It sounded aye like sich a lark, I couldn't pass it by
There was fine MacCallan's whisky & my throat was gittin' dry!
There was cullenskink at Baxter's, and Walker's for the breed
The Christies smiled as they passed by
In a lorry stacked wi' seed I heard ballads from Australia, in brilliant harmony
Tales from Western Canada, on that wild and distant sea
Their were ceilidh bands, young Jimmy Shands
All bands of high degree
And pipes that scowled out rock & roll
All the way from Tennessee The music cheered the spirit, everyone was feelin' grand
The milk o' human kindness flowed through every pint & dram
There's quines sae jimp and loons sae braw
Wha' danced bathe nicht and day
And all was peace and fellowship at the ceilidh by the Spey Then James & Colin tak' the stage, wi' Katharine, Paul, & Pete
With jigs, reels and strathspeys in strains bathe bold and sweet
The Speyside spirit stirs the soul when the fiddles start to play
Rekindling tradition at th' ceilidh by the Spey There's Rick, Roddie and there's Joe, a' up there in a row
And Charlie's out, an' prancing 'bout and puttin' on a show
Tho' some may say "but shite their loud!", but of anither class
The loons 'ill set you dancin' wi' a sound that shatters glass! So take your glasses in your hands, we'll have another cheer!
It seems a shame that Speyfest comes but only once a year
You'll never see such a hullabaloo, for the rest of all your days
I'll bet, you'll never soon forget the ceilidh by the Spey | 
